William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part
I have saved my life.
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part
I have saved my life.
I never resist temptation, because I have found that things that
are bad for me do not tempt me.
I never resist temptation, because I have found that things that
are bad for me do not tempt me.
And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.
And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in
erecting a grammar school: and whereas, before, our read more
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in
erecting a grammar school: and whereas, before, our forefathers
had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused
printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and
dignity, thou hast built a paper mill.
Soft pity enters an iron gate.
Soft pity enters an iron gate.
(Pistol:) And tidings do I bring and lucky joys
And golden times and happy news of price.
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(Pistol:) And tidings do I bring and lucky joys
And golden times and happy news of price.
(Falstaff:) I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this
world.
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks.
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks.
That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
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That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
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Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.
Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbradings;
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
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Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbradings;
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
Thereof the raging fire of fever bred.
